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On the third day of the seventh month
Is when we'll ride the highway
Night descends, daylight ends
And like the light we'll fly
Twenty-two years of Motor City madness
Living in Lincoln Park
Working up at Willow Run
Driving through the dark
I-94 so full of holes
I seem to hit every one
Kenworth rolling upside my head
88 spitting out burning lead
Had to get myself right out of town
Don't wanna see skulls flyin' around
On a 727
And I need a TPBR
Now we're getting loaded
In an all night cocktail bar
Sitting in a restaurant
Waiting for six a.m.
The waitress was rough
And the milk was skim
Sunlight blasting through the window
Nearly drove me blind
Just like the lines
On the front of that 12:05
Governor says it's top priority
Washington says so too
Tell Chin to get here fast
5-0 is on the move
Rocky high rise manifold
Zero to 70 in seven point 0
Hit the road late at night
Deserted highway cold moon light
Gotta keep driving, we gotta stay young
Having different kinds of fun
With fourteen ancient nuns
Under circling sun
And his wonderful collection of guns
Let's hit and run again tonight
40 strikes come over every day
Death from the skies blowing us away
Fire melts helmet and skull within
We gotta go behind the lines and hit 'em again
Alone over burning desert sands
Got vivid eyes right in my hand
One last chance to get to the end
Locked on target, gonna bring it in
Funny how freedom slips away
Like rivers run
I'll give you my heart's blood to drink
For one more hour
I'm going down
Into the maelstrom
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